Hey look its another update that's so crazy

And it didn't even take a month, incredible

TW: slight non-con, physical assault

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Peter yawned, arching his back as he stretched sleepily. He had no intentions of getting up- his bed was far too warm and cozy, plus his blanket felt heavy, and the young omega didn't really have the energy to push the blanket off.

Well, until his "blanket" mumbled something and wrapped around him tighter. Peter's eyes were open in an instant, immediately on alert. Once he saw Harley and it all clicked in his head, he calmed down again, but not without managing to wake up the alpha holding onto him protectively. A low growl escaped the blond's throat, arms tightening around Peter as he was roused from his slumber.

"Harls...?" Harley's eyes blinked open, the normally lighter blue irises appearing a darker shade than they should be. Peter whimpered softly, shrinking down underneath the unwavering gaze. Harley quickly rolled over so that he was on top of Peter, pinning the omega down to the bed. The brunette had fear swirling around in his expressive brown eyes, widened with surprise and fright.

Harley brought his face down to Peter's neck, biting at the dark bruise that would fade away to an alpha mark eventually. The smaller boy couldn't help the small whine that escaped his lips, squirming under Harley's admittedly rougher, unhinged touch.

"Mine." Harley's voice sounded strange, a little deeper than Peter remembered. His eyebrows furrowed, attempting to push the alpha away.

"Not right now," he insisted, giving Harley a little shove to really get his point across. The alpha growled loudly, lip curling up to reveal a few teeth. Peter wasn't going to lie- he was scared. Harley was a lot bigger than him, and since he was in heat, Peter didn't stand a chance against him. He could only hope that Harley would listen.

"Harley," Peter repeated, sharper this time. "Not right now!" The alpha above him seemed to stop, slowly pulling away. He looked at Peter, eyes back to their normal shade of blue and full of regret and mild fear.

"I-" Harley sat up, getting off of the brunette. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I-I thought I had more control over my r-"

"Harley." Peter's tone was cold, but the alpha could hear the slight waver, and a wave of guilt washed over him. "I think you should go home." Harley's eyes widened, he didn't expect Peter to kick him out over his slip up. Although, he wasn't really sure what he had expected Peter to do.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking like a kicked puppy. "Can we please talk about it?" Peter shook his head, pointing to the door.

"Out." Harley merely nodded, leaving without another word. As soon as he heard the click of the front door, Peter let out a huge sigh of relief, collapsing down to the floor. He felt like crying, or screaming, or something. But instead, he just sat and stared numbly, trying to process what had just happened.

He stumbled into the bathroom, heat dancing over his skin like a flickering flame. The omega turned on the shower, sitting on the floor of the tub fully clothed as the cold water washed over his head.

Peter wasn't quite sure what to think. On one hand, he wanted to scold himself for even trusting a strange alpha in the first place- especially while he was in heat. On the other hand... Harley had been a perfect gentleman up until that morning. What had changed...?

Peter let out a loud gasp, slapping a hand over his mouth. Rut. Harley was in his rut. That's probably what the alpha was trying to say before Peter had interrupted him...

It made a lot more sense. Peter didn't know too much about ruts, but he did know that being around an omega in heat often triggered them. Maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh on Harley?

Peter shook his head. No he had a reasonable reaction. Maybe he could've been a better listener, but he also needed some time alone to cool down- both literally and metaphorically.

Sitting under the cold shower water, clothes soaked and clinging to his body, Peter thought more about it. After his cool down shower, he would head across the hallway and talk to Harley about it. In the earlier commotion, their mate status had been completely forgotten, and now that Peter was thinking more rationally, he realized the need to reconcile with his mate as soon as he possibly could. Quite honestly, he felt small and lonely without Harley here with him.

Peter began to shiver under the cold water, and he reached for the knob, turning off the shower. With a sigh, he stood up, finally taking off his clothes and hanging them up in the bathroom to air dry. He wrapped himself in a big fluffy towel, sighing as the warmth he had managed to stave off closed back in, the fire on his skin relit.

Still, Peter dressed himself in a hoodie and sweatpants, taking a deep breath before heading across the hall to talk with Harley. He knocked at the alpha's door, anxiously awaiting his mate's presence. He knocked quicker, seeing a large man start to walk towards him, reeking of alpha pheromones. Peter subconsciously shrunk in on himself, knocking again. Where was Harley?

"Hey, baby, what's a cutie like you doing alone?" The strange alpha purred, smirking down at Peter. The omega tried to ignore him, keeping focus on the door as he continued to knock. He felt a hand grip his shoulder, forcing him to turn and face the alpha.

"Don't ignore me, omega," he spat, growling lowly. "You know, you seem like you could use a alpha. One that could really satisfy you."

"Um, no thank you, I already have an alpha," Peter stated nervously, knocking again. The alpha grabbed his wrists, forcing him to stop knocking at Harley's door.

"You need a real alpha. One that will take care of that attitude of yours and make sure you learn to obey, like a good omega," the man insisted, gripping Peter's wrists tightly. The omega was frightened, legs shaking slightly. He cowered under this domineering alpha, whimpering fearfully.

"Much better. See, I'd be a much better alpha than-" Harley slammed the door open, fuming. Peter could practically see the steam coming out his ears. The other alpha narrowed his eyes, sneering at Harley.

"Let him go," Harley demanded, voice deadly calm.

"Or what?" The grip around Peter's wrists tightened, enough to make him yelp. Harley took a step forward, murder glinting in his eyes.

"Let. Him. Go." The other alpha huffed, but backed down. Peter was released, immediately hiding behind Harley in a combination of fear and embarrassment. He waited it out, letting the blond scare the other alpha off before letting out a breath of relief.

"Darlin'? Are you ok?" Harley asked worriedly, ushering him into the apartment and closing the door. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" Peter let out a shaky sigh, showing Harley the hand-shaped bruises that were beginning to form around both his wrists. The alpha gently examined them, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"I'm so sorry, I should've been there sooner, I never should've-"

"Harley, shut up," Peter grumbled. "It's... not your fault."

I was going to keep going but that'll be good enough for today

I'll try to update again soon, I really want to get this book to a place where the main story is completed so I don't worry about it as much, but we're not super close to that yet and I don't really have much of a plan for this either, so... what happens happens, ig